[A/N: Heads up, although MC is said to be a young man, he is 15. This would be a large harem, mainly the MC would travel the omniverse and would collect wives with special skills. For example, Nami would join the harem for her skills in navigation and stuff. Of course, this would but pushed to a conceptual level. I plan to have every last one of them be useful. MC would be strong and all, but his harem would outskill him in their own fields. Be it navigation, seeing the future, seeing the past, and so on. MC would be the Jack of All Trades,
Also, this would be like a cultivation story. The Omniverse is just in the lower realm; the immortal realm is beyond all of that. The man MC meets at the end of this chapter is a man in the Immortal realm.]
"My bitch love, coco…" the young man quietly sang, his voice barely louder than a whisper as he waited at the stoplight. The song played through his earbuds, its rhythm drowning out most of the city noise. He stood still, hands tucked into his pockets, letting the familiar beat fill the dull stretch of time before the light changed.
His eyes shifted lazily, scanning the people waiting beside him. Most were glued to their phones, faces lit by the glow of their screens, lost in their own digital worlds. But then his gaze caught something that made him pause—a woman standing a few feet away, holding an actual book in her hands.
The sight made his eyebrow lift slightly. It wasn't something you saw often anymore; paperbacks had almost vanished, replaced by endless scrolling and short clips. Yet there she was, fully absorbed in her reading, completely untouched by the world around her.
Curiosity got the better of him. He tilted his head, trying to catch the title on the cover without being too obvious. Before he could make out a single word, she suddenly turned toward him, her movement sharp and immediate. Their eyes met, and her expression hardened into a frown, the kind that spoke louder than words. He froze for a second, caught red-handed.
"Sorry, I was just interested in what you were reading," he said awkwardly, his voice carrying that unsure tone of someone caught doing something they shouldn't. The woman didn't say anything; instead, she simply lifted the book slightly and turned it so he could see the cover.
His eyes widened the instant he saw it. "Overlord?" he blurted, recognition flashing across his face. "I thought the novel was only available online—does it actually have a physical version? Wait…" his gaze narrowed, disbelief slipping into his voice, "is that volume nineteen? Is it even out yet?"
The woman blinked, surprised by the sudden flood of questions. She hadn't expected him to recognize the title, let alone react like that. For a moment, she just stared back at him, thrown off by his genuine excitement, while he stood there, still trying to process what he'd just seen.
"Yes, I watched the cartoon. Although the show didn't do it justice, the story and world-building carried it well, so I decided to read the novel," she said calmly, her tone casual. Her eyes returned briefly to the page as if she hadn't meant for the conversation to go further.
"Same," he replied, smiling at the memory. "I think it was after season two ended that I finally picked up the light novel. That's what opened the door to the whole world of web novels for me." He chuckled softly to himself, thinking back on it. Without Overlord, he might've never discovered just how deep that rabbit hole went.
That one story had led him to explore countless others—some incredible, others just plain bizarre. It was an introduction to the best storytelling he'd ever read… and also a glimpse into just how strange people's imaginations could get when no one was holding them back… well, he was ashamed that he had read those perverted moves, but he was proud that he dropped them.
"Web novel?" she asked, a hint of confusion in her voice as she glanced up from her book. The young man wasted no time; he quickly pulled out his phone, unlocking it with a swipe before opening the app.
"There's a billion of stuff for you to read," he said, holding the screen out toward her. Rows of titles filled the display, each one boasting flashy covers and bold summaries. She studied it quietly, her eyes moving slowly across the list of top-rated stories, taking in names she'd never heard before.
After a moment, she looked back at him, her expression thoughtful. The pause stretched between them, filled only by the faint hum of passing cars, before she finally gave a small nod of acknowledgment.
"Thank you for your kindness. I shall reward you with… three wishes. I can sit back here for hundreds of years and never get bored," she said, her voice calm yet oddly serious, leaving the young man staring at her in confusion.
He blinked, trying to process what he'd just heard. "What are you talking about?" he asked, raising a brow before shaking his head lightly. Still, the strangeness didn't stop him. "Anyway, this is the first time I've met a girl who's actually into anime," he continued, his tone shifting to something more casual. "I'm curious—what kind of anime do girls like?"
She was definitely a bit odd, that much was clear, but she was also gorgeous, and that alone was reason enough for him to keep the conversation going. If nothing else, he figured he might as well shoot his shot.
"Anime? You keep saying that. What is it?" she asked, her tone calm but genuinely curious, leaving him momentarily stunned.
"You did call it a cartoon," he said, half laughing as he tried to explain. "But Overlord isn't a cartoon—it's an anime. Some cartoons tell one story per episode, and that's it, the next one starts fresh with no connection. Well, not all of them do that. Ben 10, Rick and Morty, and a few others—they're what I'd consider anime in their own way."
As he spoke, her eyes seemed to shine a little brighter, an odd but unmistakable gleam of interest. He reached out and tapped on the phone that was still in her hands, switching the screen to another app.
"This," he said, showing her the one he used to watch anime. The screen filled with colorful thumbnails and titles, an entire ocean of stories waiting to be explored. He scrolled through his favorites, pointing them out one by one—Code Geass, One Piece, Overlord, To Be Hero X, The Eminence in Shadow, and countless others, each title carrying a different memory for him.
Her eyes glowed brightly as she stared at the endless library of anime displayed on the screen, her attention drawn mostly to One Piece. The sheer number of episodes left her mouth slightly open, caught between awe and disbelief. It looked as if she could spend a lifetime watching and still not reach the end.
But when he glanced at her again, he realized the glow he thought he saw in her eyes wasn't real—just a trick of the light, a fleeting illusion that vanished as quickly as it appeared.
"Do they also have a novel?" she asked quietly, her voice shaking and tinged with curiosity, as if already bracing herself for the amount of reading that might await her.
"No," he replied with a faint smile. "Some of these anime come from manga, and others—like Overlord—are based on novels."
She gave a small nod, her expression thoughtful as she returned her gaze to the phone, the vast world of stories stretching endlessly before her.
"Is that all? I don't see the anime you pointed out, like Ben 10?" she asked softly, her voice carrying a quiet hint of disappointment. He gave a quick nod before switching tabs and pulling up another site, this time showing her the massive library of cartoons.
The moment the page loaded, her eyes widened. Rows upon rows of titles filled the screen—shows from every decade, every style imaginable. It was overwhelming, for someone who had just learned all this existed. Her knees nearly gave out as she took in the sheer volume of it all, her hand tightening slightly around the phone.
"I-Is that all?" she asked again, her voice weaker this time, her breathing uneven as she tried to process just how much there was to watch and read.
"…Oh, right. I almost forgot about those Chinese novels," he said, swiping across the screen once more. A new site appeared, displaying another seemingly endless list—cultivation stories, fantasy sagas, and dramatic tales that stretched for thousands of chapters. Titles like Invincible Conqueror stood beside one he couldn't help but roll his eyes at: Abandoned Husband Dominates.
[A/N: Seriously, go read that novel for yourself to find out why that novel is always on his mind. Go ahead, you would love that story since it's perfect, but there is a reason why such a perfect novel is hated by both the MC and your loved trust trustworthy author.]
"I-Is that all?" she asked again, her voice trembling as she reached out and grabbed the nearby signpost for support. Her knuckles whitened against the metal, and the sight made the young man pause, confused by her sudden reaction. Still, he gave a slow nod, unsure of what else to do.
"T-thank you… as a gift, you shall have five wishes," she said, her tone soft but strangely formal. She gave him a faint bow, her movements graceful yet oddly out of place for the moment.
Before he could say a word, his body suddenly lurched forward. It wasn't something he chose to do—his legs simply moved on their own, carrying him right into the street. The blare of a horn cut through the air, and his eyes went wide in horror as a truck came barreling toward him. The impact hit like thunder, and in an instant, his world turned into spinning metal and blinding light.
When everything went silent, he blinked—and found himself no longer on the street. Instead, he was standing in what looked like an office, spotless and quiet. Sitting a few feet away was a young man leaning back comfortably in a chair, casually flipping through a comic book as if nothing were out of the ordinary.
"What the…?" he muttered under his breath, his heart still pounding as confusion set in. How had he gotten here? What just happened?
"W-where am I?" he asked, his voice unsteady as he glanced around the unfamiliar room.
"What do you think? You have five wishes," the man replied with a bored yawn. He sized up the kid